Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

He buried himself in her neck, smelling deeply the scent of wintersweet on her body, mixed with a hint of smoke, creating an extremely uncoordinated confrontation.

But he was addicted.

Like an addict, greedy.

He gently pulled off her bathrobe, which was only tied with a belt, exposing half of her shoulders, and pressed his lips to her neck.

After not seeing each other for many days, he really felt empty and uneasy in his heart.

It seemed that only holding her and kissing her could relieve the pain.

But the person in his arms was subconsciously pushing and hiding.

Fu Haitang could only hold her down and move his lips on her neck and shoulders to divert her attention: "How dare you dress so ostentatiously at a cocktail party without me? Huh?"

Song Weiyu was stunned, pushed his hand and paused: "I..."

I always dress to show off.

"When did you realize it was me?"

As he asked, he pulled on her bathrobe, and without stopping, his lips passed over her smooth collarbone and nibbled on her earlobe.

He knew where she was sensitive.

"When...dancing..."

Song Weiyu held his hand tightly and refused to allow him to rub it.

“Sure enough, I still can’t escape your eyes.

what to do? I was so controlled by Mrs. Fu..."

Saying that, he bit hard. Song Weiyu screamed... his blurred eyes were half awake.

Only then did she realize that at some point, Fu Haitang had used the straps on her bathrobe to restrain her wrists.

"Fu Haitang, you, you, don't you want to divorce me? Then divorce, no one will touch you."

A deep smile came, "It's already come to this point, do you still want to continue playing the art of war? I've seen enough of retreating to advance and aggressive generals, let's try another move."

"Relax...you've gone too far!" Her face was covered with a layer of exposed shame.

Fu Haitang was so cruel that he flicked her red face with his finger: "Excessive? There are even more extreme ones. Let me show you."

After saying that, he leaned over.

She resisted fiercely, but the more she resisted, the more possessive Fu Haitang felt, covering her completely. And every time when her mind wandered, he would force her to see clearly the person in front of her with a heavier touch.

The night is darker.

The light in front of me was blocked by a man, and there were multiple images.

Song Weiyu's remaining wakefulness was mixed with the sultry hot air, and dissipated as her eyes slowly closed.

In her ears, the man's last words were accompanied by fierce force, penetrating into her bone marrow.

"Honey, you know better than anyone else that unless I let you go... you will always be afraid that I will do something to him, right?"

This was finally made clear.

He and Chen Fang were like a scale, and Song Weiyu was the weight in the middle.

Wherever she goes, the scales tip.

The only difference is that the mission behind Chen Fang prevents him from ever actively harming innocent people.

And Fu Haitang...he has no restraints. As long as he wants, he can do anything neatly.

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The sun comes as promised.

Drunk, nicotine, orgy, the night was a mess.

Song Weiyu was buried in the quilt. He finally opened his eyes and slowly poked his head out of the quilt.

Hanging by the bed, the hair is tangled, and the neck is beautiful.

"woke up?"

"Get up when you wake up."

This voice was completely different from the man who pretended to be pitiful last night.

It’s the sense of strength that comes from speaking out and no longer pretending.

Last night, Fu Haitang's last words were undoubtedly the most effective bargaining chip to make Song Weiyu give up the idea of ​​divorce.

Whoever holds the chips has the capital to strategize.

She picked up the bathrobe that was not clean on the floor, wrapped it around herself, and entered the bathroom without saying a word.

While waiting for the bathtub to be filled with water, I stared in front of the mirror in a daze.

During this period, Fu Haitang was forced to file for divorce on his own.

All came to nothing this morning.

She came back to her senses, looked in the mirror, and felt powerless for the first time.

When the door opened, Fu Haitang had a lazy and casual smile on his face, but he couldn't suppress the domineering look in his eyes. Standing close behind her, he hooked his hand and gently pulled off her bathrobe.

Wrapping her in his arms, he pressed her close to the mirror.

"Mrs. Fu, why do you think you can escape?"

There was no need to hide it anymore, there was a look of disdain and anger on his lips. He raised his head, pinched her chin, and gently twisted it in front of the mirror.

Song Weiyu's eyes darkened: "Did you propose divorce on purpose?"

"uh-huh……"

The tone is very elegant and slow.

In the mirror, Fu Haitang's elegant and dignified face could not hide the predatory intention deep in his eyes.

He leaned close to her ear, pressed his lips against her skin, and kissed her infatuatedly: "If I mentioned the night of divorce, you couldn't wait to follow him. Now, who's funeral do you think we will attend..."

Sure enough, he was also gaming.

She guessed correctly. Therefore, after she heard that he proposed divorce, she immediately came to Paris.

I'm just afraid that I won't be able to keep my temper and will completely anger him.

If the cruelty factor in Fu Haitang's heart is triggered, he will madly forget the thirty years of friendship, forget Chen Fang's life-saving grace, and choose to fight to the death with Chen Fang.

The result of a close match can only be a loss for both sides.

No one will win.

Song Weiyu's eyes were empty and he gradually lost his support.

Fu Haitang held her whole body up and pressed her into his arms: "Honey, don't look at me like this. I said, give him your love, and you can give it to me."

"Mr. Fu is so generous. It seems that I am ignorant."

"It's not that I'm generous, I'm forced to be generous by you. You've been ungrateful for 20 years, and I've indulged you for 20 years. I don't mind pampering you for the rest of my life, so Mrs. Fu, just accept it when you see fit."

Fu Haitang acknowledged the position Chen placed in Song Weiyu's heart, and he didn't want the fish to die.

The three of them are like a ship that has been sailing on the sea for hundreds of years. Everyone has his own place. There are reefs all over the bottom of the boat. If a person moves his position, the boat will shake.

For her, he would rather stand still in his position.

But if she insists on getting a divorce, then they will all be buried in the sea.

"You don't want to think that everyone will be buried with you for your pitiful love, right?"

Song Weiyu leaned against him, putting all his weight on him, and he hugged him tightly, and the two of them were close to each other.

Fu Haitang's fingers wandered over her body, as if he wanted to write his last name all over her body.

Song Weiyu said nothing, not resisting meant everything.

"Just think about it. You, drink less in the future. The more you drink, the stupider your brain will become, but the more you drink, the more courageous you will become."

After saying that, he smiled and pressed a kiss on her hair, picked her up and gently put her into the bathtub, sitting aside and waiting for her to take a bath.

"Go back to China? Or should I take you to play for a few more days?"

He returned to his elegant and easy-going appearance, and the bloodthirsty fierceness in his eyes was completely gone.

Sitting firmly on the fishing platform, like an elegant high-level hunter.

Song Weiyu stared at him and smiled suddenly, the light in his eyebrows couldn't be hidden. This man is the vine that binds her for half her life, and he is also the lover who is her match.

He stretched out his wet hand, pinched Fu Haitang's chin, came closer, and gritted his teeth and said: "Fu Haitang, this life is still long, we will see. Sooner or later, I will throw the wedding invitation in your face. When the time comes, , you sit at the main table."

"Oh...yo, I'll give you something awesome."

There was no bottom line of endearment in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to hold the back of her neck, forcing her to close to his lips.

Touching her lips lightly: "I just realized that your courage was not caused by drinking, but by me."